Chapter 1416: yan chis surprise inspection, the scared wanwan (2)

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fu qinyuan could not help but laugh. now, he looked like he had been caught playing.

but the car was parked at the entrance, and it did not seem to have driven into the courtyard or the parking lot of the house. fu qinyuan felt that something was not right. could it be that he had too much to drink when he went out to socialize tonight?

with a gla.s.s of water in one hand, he pushed the door open and went out. with the help of the streetlight at the door, he realized that it was not fu chens car at all, but a taxi. at this time, a man was standing in the trunk and taking the suitcase. when he closed the trunk, the taxi immediately drove away.

the tail light fell on his face, making his entire face flicker.

fu qinyuan could only see a vague outline of the figure and he knew who it was.

he suddenly tightened his grip on the cup

little uncle is here!

then, his mother

he was scared to death!

he hurriedly put the cup aside and went out to help carry the luggage. yan chi was a little taller than him, with long arms and legs. he was almost 1.9 meters tall and wasnt considered old. it was just that he had inherited yan w.a.n.gchuans facial features, which made him look slightly sharper. when he didnt speak, he didnt have any facial expressions, which gave people a strong sense of alienation.

however, when she saw fu qinyuan, she still nodded slightly at him, and her aura became very gentle.

he had long eyebrows, dark eyes, a straight nose, and extremely thin lips. in the dark of the night, he gave off an extremely aggressive aura.

fu qinyuan often heard song fengwan talk about how cute his uncle was when he was young, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldnt imagine how cute his uncle was.

perhaps it was because he had matured early, but he was used to wearing a mask in front of others. otherwise, with his age, how could he possibly suppress some of the restless monsters in the yan family?

uncle, why are you here?

fu qinyuan took the suitcase from his hands with familiarity. in fact, he wanted to ask if there would be any rush for the draft since it was not the deadline yet.

i cant come?

no, you should have told me in advance. ill pick you up.

didnt you say that you were busy writing your thesis? theres no need for you to go back and forth. yan chi had already followed her into the house. im just here to visit my friends and family, and also to deal with some work matters.

yes. fu qinyuan nodded.

when they pa.s.sed by the parking lot of the fu familys house, yan chi glanced at it. is there anyone else who hasnt returned yet?

my dad has a business dinner tonight. i guess hell come back after picking up huanhuan. fu qinyuan explained.

what about your mother?

my mom is drawing a draft upstairs.

fu qinyuan knew very well that his sudden appearance was not as simple as a visit to his friends, but a surprise inspection.

help me bring my luggage into the house. ill go and see her.

yan chi was a frequent visitor and was naturally familiar with the place. before he went upstairs, he turned to look at fu qinyuan, who was looking for his phone. qinyuan

what?

what are you doing?

fu qin was about to inform her, but when he looked up, he saw a certain someones warning look. he had to put down his phone in a daze. if his mothers draft was not done and there was still a lot missing, it would be too late to inform her now.

im just replying to a friends message.

yan chi looked at him deeply and went upstairs.

**

in the studio on the second floor-

song fengwan was still pretending to set up her pen, thinking that fu chen had returned. however, there was no movement for a long time. she took out her phone and looked at it. just then, she received a message. she was about to click on it

at this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

before she could raise her head, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her,

big sister yingluo

song fengwans hand trembled and her phone almost fell into the bucket beside her. it hit the ground with a loud bang.

for example, her mood at this moment was like a huge wave that instantly set off, causing her mind to go blank.

however, she quickly calmed down. xiao chi? when did you arrive? why didnt you tell me in advance?

yan chi strolled over and bent down to pick up the phone on the ground. hows the draft?

at that moment, song fengwan felt her vision turn dark.

her brother, who she hadnt seen for a long time, didnt ask her if she was doing well the moment they met. every time he spoke, it was just a script.

was he still her brother?

its alright.

let me see what youve drawn. he stretched out his hand.

under the light, the joints of those hands were distinct and beautiful. however, in song fengwans eyes, they were like the claws of a demon that could strangle someone and take their life.

song fengwan reached out for the finished draft and tidied it up a little. yan chi took advantage of this time to turn around and close the door.

bang! bang! bang!

then, there was the sound of the lock falling. song fengwans heart was beating wildly.

he felt extremely guilty.

if this had happened more than a decade ago, she would never have dreamed that the crazy person who urged her to write her drafts would be her younger brother. before he entered the company, it was always other people who urged her to write her drafts, so it was easy to get rid of them. however, the person in front of her was her younger brother, so he would not give her any face at all

yan chi put song fengwans phone aside and found a chair to sit down on. he squinted at her as she sorted out the drafts.

she only had three or four pieces of paper in her hand, and she was flipping them over and over. what was there to sort out?

however, yan chi was not in a hurry. sister, take your time to pack. ill call my parents and tell them that ive arrived.

yes.

song fengwan laughed awkwardly, like a student who couldnt hand in her homework and was struggling on her deathbed.

yan w.a.n.gchuan and qiao aiyun werent asleep yet. they were waiting for his call. after exchanging a few words, yan chi pa.s.sed the phone to song fengwan. dad and mom would like to have a word with you.

song fengwan took the phone with a smile. they were probably asking her how she was doing recently. yan w.a.n.gchuan had given his son a holiday out of selfishness, so qiao aiyun had to give him some advice for the first time.

hes been very tired recently. you can make him stay for a few more days during this trip to the capital. let him have a good rest.

a few days ago, you called to say that you missed him. its a good time for you and your brother to spend more time together and exchange feelings.

song fengwan lifted her head and looked at yan chi. when she said that she missed him, it was just a slip of the tongue. besides, there was no emotional interaction between them other than work.

wanwan, ill have to trouble you to take care of him. xiao chi has indeed been very tired over the years. you have to take good care of him for a few days.

after hanging up the phone, song fengwan laughed.

she wanted to take good care of him, but it was your son who was not letting her have a good time.

sis, you havent finished organizing the drafts? yan chi wasnt urging for a ma.n.u.script at all, but rather, he was urging for his life.

song fengwan could only force herself to pa.s.s him the few pages in her hands. ive been working hard on my draft lately. look, i havent slept at all and have been working hard.

youre not playing with your phone seriously? yan chi flipped through the few pages in his hands.

it was just as he had guessed. she really

he indulged himself.

**

when fu qinyuan was helping yan chi carry his luggage upstairs, he happened to see yan chi closing the studio door. he sighed.

the ma.n.u.script demon was here again.

he could imagine how weak, pitiful, and helpless his mother was right now.

after taking yan chis luggage back to his room, fu qinyuan called his father.

those in the house were all his elders, and fu qinyuan had no say in this. he would leave this matter to his father.

fu chen was at the school gate and hadnt picked up fu huan yet.

h.e.l.lo, yingluo.

dad, come home quickly. uncle is here. hes having a heart-to-heart talk with mom in the studio.

yan chi is here? fu chen frowned. this kid really knew how to pick the time.

he had come a day before the deadline. he did not want his wife to have a good time.